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Post by oldman on Jul 29, 2017 2:04:20 GMT
It was a beautifull day for Ayumu as he was flexing in the middle of his bar, watching the visitors in the bar akwardly trying to ignore him as he just slowly closed in on them, menacingly flexing while asking them if they had orders, sometimes carrying glass bowls of ice on his beautifull biceps and sometimes even carrying hot plates of soup on his shoulder muscles. Ending up getting him burnt one too many times, not realizing that he was just performing the bet that he had lost in a drunk night of gambling with a friend of his that came over once again, even having the luck to see some new recruits trying to get jobs in the store that he was working here. MeringueCelmaru Waterfield-Invite- |
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 29, 2017 2:32:03 GMT
A particular hybrid felt the pressure of what was akin to Atlas himself upon his back. Seated within a basic chair with a holographic menu concealing his facial features, the hybrid slid his gaze along the choices. Too much food. It was impossible to decide. The hybrid wasn't too particularly selective; rather he wasn't ever too sure what to eat. Celmaru Waterfield was previously reassured by his Father that their metabolism was enough to keep themselves in shape alone. Unfortunately, the hybrid wasn't too terribly convinced of that. Slumping into his seat, the teenager glossed over some of the more carnivorous options; especially those such as pork and steak. There was even a full-course selection of steak.
"Fuckin' seven-hundred twenty-five Zeni though. Three year's worth of money in steak."
Being shoved away from the ever-pleasing steak, the hybrid decided for a vastly more frugal option. Mentally preparing himself to face the pressure of Atlas himself; Celmaru awaited the "waiter" to finalize his order.
Say hello to Ningen #10,529,156,915
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Post by Meringue on Jul 29, 2017 16:21:01 GMT
Having been walking around for quite some time, the female Majin needed a break from the biggest challenge that any "warrior" could possibly face... Shopping with her mother and (now extended) family. As the group of soft and sweet people were in a nearby store, Meringue said that she would meet them further down the line and for them to give her a call when they were done. While she did enjoy the time with her family, she found having a variety of sweets and candy shoved into her arms (and mouth) to be quite the annoyance. Needing something bitter to cleanse her palate, Meringue came across a restaurant that seemed rather out of the way compared to other more... "Popular" chain restaurants... Upon entering however, she was greeted by the image of a muscular giant of an elderly man flexing while serving other customers. An image that she found hard to erase from her mind, much to her chagrin. Regardless, she looked around the surprisingly homely establishment and ultimately noticing a young teenager sitting alone. The unfortunate child looked like he was having some form of internal crisis, resembling a pineapple didn't seem to be helping either. She decided to walk over to him and sit with him so that he seemed less alone or pathetic to passing people.
"You don't mind if I were to sit here, do you?" She asked, having sat down regardless of his potential complaints. The woman looked him over and noticed the tail, an odd sight to behold indeed. Not that she was one to talk, being made of anything but flesh and bone. "Young man, you are a Saiyan. Am I correct in this observation?" Asked the woman, crossing one leg over the other. |
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Post by oldman on Jul 31, 2017 0:27:19 GMT
Walking over to a previously well befriended Majin and Saiyan kid who seemed new in the neighbourhood before a small smile crossed Ayumu his face, wanting to boulder out laughing and embrace them, instead taking out a small bowtie and strapping it to his naked torso before checking if he didn't smell... (He didn't!) before putting the small dog that demanded attention from him on one shoulder, with a soft bark as it was the mascot of the restaurant.
"WELCOME"
His first few words were, obviously with the intensity of a sun, he blasted them out before realizing what he had been doing, slowly toning down on the voice as he akwardly laughed, naturally flexing as a reaction to the mistake he made, the small dog on his shoulder slowly starting to lick his cheek as he smiled at it, giving it a little pat on its head before then asking.
"May i take you two's orders? or would you two mind if i send myself to the back to cook the orders quickly and then we talk about what is going on? It isn't often that this bubble woman over here takes interest in another..."
Seeing the little dog starting to bark and putting it in the lap of the Majin, knowing she knew how to sate its hunger for pats.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Aug 1, 2017 4:37:05 GMT
It wasn't long before a stranger decided to seat herself. The hybrid was caught by surprise, stammering little more than a basic noise in response. With a sigh, Celmaru dismissed the stranger's sudden arrival. Unfortunately, there wasn't much more than a fraction of a moment before the stranger stated their supposed observation. Not one for small talk, it seems. The hybrid's upper eyelids went slack. "What gave it away? Was it the Oozaru form I'm clearly in?"A tail twitched in a frail manner as the sarcasm spewed from the hybrid's lips. Fortunately, denim is fairly sturdy material; sturdy enough for tails to make little difference against it. Celmaru's tail, despite being clipped along the majority of it's width, remained functional in movement. Patting the tail along his leg once more, the hybrid briefly assessed that it was still successfully hidden without taking a glance away from the menu. It had become something of a habit by now. As if he were absentmindedly handling a crippled animal, even. Regardless, it was very much submerged within his pocket at the moment. "You gonna try to get my wallet to cry or are you going to ask "how Saiyan I am"? Either way I'm not in the mood for it, ma'am."As crude of a response that was, it was often enough to keep others away. More often than not, many would desire to see some Saiyan stereotype out of him; particularly so to find leverage, no doubt. However, it was strange that the bubblegum was speaking to him. Bit of a rare sight, given how little of them the hybrid ever saw. In time, the source of Atlas' pressure arrived, greeting them boisterously. Somehow a tiny canine was upon his shoulder; entirely unintimidated for that matter. The request of orders, despite being relatively "formal", had followed a highly disruptive blast of intense vocal energy. Celmaru's ears were still ringing as the elder awaited their requests. "Just...ramen. I'll have the standard ramen, sir."Meanwhile, someone's skull softly clattered upon the tip of a spinal cord.
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Post by Meringue on Aug 14, 2017 18:57:49 GMT
Taken by mild surprise at the sudden arrival of the half naked muscular elder man requesting their orders and placing a small dog on her lap. The Majin woman just began idly patting the dog and listening to the young tailed man speak, regardless of what he said he ended up confirming her suspicions. As she watched the young man's mannerisms and listened to his words, she just gave a nod. It was clear that the poor child was having companionship issues of some kind. Clearing her throat slightly in order to gather attention, she just looked the Saiyan child dead in the eye, glasses half way down the bridge of her nose and fuelled with the fires of a thousand 9-5 work days. "Young man I assure you that I have no intent of asking for more than just a casual observation." She began, "Judging by the vitriol that was just spewed from your young, disobedient mouth mixed with your previous blatant social deprivation, I can assume you are some form of Hybrid." She said, pushing her glasses back up with a stern expression. Coupled with the small dog on her lap, the woman started to resemble the villain of a spy movie more than anything. Turning her attention back to the large man, she smiled as if what she said never happened. "I will have coffee, black, no sugar." She said, "I will also foot the bill for the both of us" She continued, turning back to the Hybrid. "I trust this is satisfactory, sir..."
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Post by oldman on Aug 16, 2017 0:23:15 GMT
Realizing what has been said, Ayumu only smirked lightly, knowing how deep the womans pockets sometimes go, his face slowly unfurled a rather menacing look as he nodded.
Noting down that she was going to pay before then replacing the order of ramen with a small seaweed special, seaweed based ramen with pork cutlets and a steak on the side.
But to be precise Ayumu was slowly thinking about how to decorate the steak itself, the man himself seeming like one to like a sharp, spicy bite that would smash into your taste buds before letting the soft sweet juice from the meat sink into your mouth and calm you down...
It was quite a peculiar choice he had before himself before going to walk towards the kitchen, humming to himself almost in enjoyment as the food was mostly already set on the grill, knowing how long they would take to cook and even planning to eat himself in a few minutes... They caught him at the right time honestly.
Starting to finish the spices off with a stern session of grinding them all up and adding milk, sugar and a Jalapeño mixed with some paprika.
It was a weird blend, especially knowing that the Jalapeño itself tended to cause a dry heat, using the sugar mixed milk to smoothen it out a small bit, causing a akward and rather disgusting brownish red to appear... Well, this is why humans invented colour condiments and thankfully so.
Starting to carry the bowl of ramen and steak back towards the two people at the table, with a small cannister of black coffee and a cup that she tended to use oftenly here, Ayumu did not think to himself to remove the small piece of candy he always included for when she brought one of her family members, starting to serve it up patiently and then giving a nod towards the man and woman.
"So, What are you both doing around here? I am about to sell this business afterall, nearly no customers but a good position... Its almost like something is intimidating them..."
Starting to fiddle with the small badge that was jabbed into his skin, flexing lightly as the pain was non-existant to him with his bulging muscles slowly expanding and deflating as he breathed, glistening in sweat from the heat of the kitchen and the sun itself from todays heat wave.
Mumbling softly to himself he should start saving up for air conditioning.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Aug 27, 2017 4:50:50 GMT
"And of course, at the first possible moment of retorting in any manner, I'm immediately struck with further, immensely greater insult than I could possibly expect."The hybrid slumped backwards into his seat, huffing as a concluding response. What a wonderful advancement in his time spent at this barren restaurant. As the elder scuttled away to prepare the orders, Celmaru finally registered the fact that the woman offered to pay the bill. Too many mixed signals from this thing. What the hell was this woman? Alternatively: who even drank black coffee? The hybrid blinked repeatedly, attempting to process where this office lady stood with him; did she despise him, did she tolerate his existence? Eventually, the teenager blurted an inquiry.
"Why'd you say that you would pay the bill?"However, the elder ended up returning earlier than expected. The whole damned weight of Atlas' burden himself. Unable to bring his gaze anywhere near the elder's, the hybrid fixated his pupils upon the tabletop. Celmaru wasn't willing to speaking with this man any further at the moment. The bastard might as well shatter a mountain with his voice alone. Although, there did happen to be food before him; the ramen was there...albeit what was the extras doing there beside it? The hybrid knew he didn't order this; however it would be too much to go against this hulking mass of man/beast. There's no way he'd feel like tearing his eardrums asunder today. Meanwhile, at another table, the previously rattling customer took a meager sip of his beverage. Turns out that was a mistake. A furious, overwhelming flare erupted from within, resulting in a rather -- "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!"If he held a tongue betwixt his teeth, it'd be burnt and scalded by the liquid alone. Fortunately, yet unfortunately, he was a bit bare-bones in the anatomy department. By some implausible miracle, the beverage hadn't dribbled past his teeth, albeit his presence was plenty known by now. In that very seat, was a skeleton. A skeleton.
A fucking skeleton was sitting nearby with a cup of tea. At first glance, it appeared to be as if it were dressed for a wedding; yet at a greater chance to inspect him you'd notice it may have just left a disco. A blue bowtie hung as it's collar, with a plain black-and-white tuxedo concealing his rib cage. The end of it's tailcoat, however, was tattered and poorly stitched with mismatched patches. Most of them weren't even black! Meanwhile, a greying afro sat atop his cranium; seemingly with another afro consisting of plasma enveloping the first! The hybrid stared in a partial disbelief. The fuck was this restaurant?
"...Didn't expect to stare at a living corpse today."
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